There's just no two ways about it...

...last night was bad.

I was halfway through typing, ironically, an entry about how much better I was doing and what a good day I'd had when I started crying quite uncontrollably. I cried pretty consistently until around 1:30 when I finally stopped until around 2 when Kat came home. It wasn't as bad that time, but I still cried myself to sleep for the first time ever.

The worst part of all of this was that, at my weakest moment, there were only two people I wanted to call. One was my mom, which only would have made things worse. The other I no longer trust enough to know for sure that they'd even care, so I didn't dare risk it.

This morning I woke up with the resolve to never cry myself to sleep again. That said, I made an appointment at the counseling centre. I know they can't really help me, but maybe they'll give me a referral to someone who can.

All that said...France closes down for a month in August. Everyone goes to the Riviera. Except Granny. She stays home. In the attic. With the bananas.